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Sandbriar
Lichenclan
tan she-cat with orange eyes
warrior
she-cat
33 moons
Appearance
Sandbriar is a a simple cat, but amidst that simplicity is a beauty that just seems to radiate from her. Like many of the Lichenclan cats, her fur is short and thin so the mist from the nearby lake doesn't soak into her fur. The tan color helps her blend in with the beached shoreline, hence her well given name. Among the light tan you will occasionally catch glimpse of a darker stripe here or there, but those stripes are more predominate around her face.
Her face is very similar to the rest of her body however there are slightly darker stripes that surround her eyes. The only place that is different is her muzzle, where instead of tan fur is a circle of white fur. Her eyes are a pale orange color. Some would even say they were a darker yellow, but once compared to other yellow eyes one will see there are more orange hues.
Looking at her from a distance, one would think she was a small cat, slender and sleek. But once once got closer and really looked, beneath her clean fur you would notice the clear definition of molded muscles along her legs and sides. She is not pure muscle, however Sandbriar can do more than bite. She has been known to take on toms, and even if she doesn't win the battle, they are hurting as much as she is when she leaves.
Her face is very similar to the rest of her body however there are slightly darker stripes that surround her eyes. The only place that is different is her muzzle, where instead of tan fur is a circle of white fur. Her eyes are a pale orange color. Some would even say they were a darker yellow, but once compared to other yellow eyes one will see there are more orange hues.
Looking at her from a distance, one would think she was a small cat, slender and sleek. But once once got closer and really looked, beneath her clean fur you would notice the clear definition of molded muscles along her legs and sides. She is not pure muscle, however Sandbriar can do more than bite. She has been known to take on toms, and even if she doesn't win the battle, they are hurting as much as she is when she leaves.
Personality
As hinted by her name, Sandbriar is far from any kind of pushover. She will be one of the first to knock you ear off should you make an invited or unintelligent remark, but she will also be the last to leave your side should you find yourself in a jam. She is loyal to her clan and will not hesitate to fight anyone who threatens her home. She is observant and careful in what she says but she will rarely hesitate to speak her mind. If she does, it isn't a matter of feelings getting hurt, but more of a matter if the comment is worth sharing out-loud.
Some might think the she-cat to be cold at times, but upon watching her you will find she is actually one of the easier cats to talk to. She doesn't mind lending a ear to a confused or upset apprentice, and sometimes you will even find her rolling over so a kit can climb onto her side for a tussle. She is respectful to those older than her and loves to hear the tales of the elders. She finds these stories to be educational in her skill set as well as finding ways to improve the clan to the best of her ability.
Being in Lichenclan, Sandbriar does find herself looking to Starclan more often than she used to. She is not as outward about her views to the clan ancestors but she sometimes will be found in silent thought her eyes watching the stars for any sign that someone is listening. Sometimes she will slip in her words or actions, but she will always find a time to reflect on her actions and ask Starclan, and any cat she may have offended, for forgiveness.
Some might think the she-cat to be cold at times, but upon watching her you will find she is actually one of the easier cats to talk to. She doesn't mind lending a ear to a confused or upset apprentice, and sometimes you will even find her rolling over so a kit can climb onto her side for a tussle. She is respectful to those older than her and loves to hear the tales of the elders. She finds these stories to be educational in her skill set as well as finding ways to improve the clan to the best of her ability.
Being in Lichenclan, Sandbriar does find herself looking to Starclan more often than she used to. She is not as outward about her views to the clan ancestors but she sometimes will be found in silent thought her eyes watching the stars for any sign that someone is listening. Sometimes she will slip in her words or actions, but she will always find a time to reflect on her actions and ask Starclan, and any cat she may have offended, for forgiveness.
History
Sandkit was the last of three kits born to Deersight and Lionclaw. Her brothers, Boulderkit and Adderkit, were the first to open their eyes and the first to walk. Sandkit was never far behind but she learned better from listening and observing. However this did not stop her parents from doting over her brothers and telling them how amazing they were doing. Sandkit was usually forgotten. She knew her parents didn't mean it, and she was always glad her brothers were excelling so well. However, she just wished once she could get a "Good job, Sandkit".
During their first leaf bare, Sandkit watched as her brother continued to grow and succeed. She tried to copy them, occasionally trapping a beetle that would crawl into their nest, but when she would try to show their mother she would just get told to go back to training. She finally decided to stop trying to show her skills and would just keep working hard. It's what her brothers did...so it had to work right?
One night, interrupted by her brothers talking, Sandkit awoke to find them sneaking out the den entrance. Sparked by curiosity she quietly got up, careful not to take their mother and followed her. She watched quietly from the shadows as her brother tussled in the moonlight on one of the jutted out landings of the caves. She smiled and started to move out to join them, but instead froze in horror as a dark shadow swept down and scooped up Boulderkit and knocked Adderkit off the ledge. Sandkit, terrified and unsure what happened, startled calling out for help and watched helplessly as warriors rushed to go help the kits. By the time the sun rose, the two kits were physically returned to the camp but their souls had gone to join their ancestors up in the stars. Sandkit had never heard such pained wails that came from her mother that seemed to echo thorughout the whole caved camp.
After that night, Sandkit watched her mother sink further and further into despair. She tried to cheer her up, remind her that she still had her, but the heartbroken she-cat remained unresponsive. Sandkit, for lack of a better word as now completely alone. Even her father had quit coming to the den. It was like they even forgot she existed.
At six moons, Sandkit nervously awaited her apprenticeship and was surprised when she was paired up with Minnowleap, one of the better known warriors of the clan. Nervous but ready to make her parents proud Sandpaw did everything as Minnowleap instructed her. She trained hard and paid attention to everything she could.
When Sandpaw had been training for nearly four moons, she and Minnowleap, now the deputy of Lichenclan, were assigned to help the medicine cat patrol and find herbs. Ready to be out of the caves and working on something new, Sandpaw was a little more hyper than she had been out before. Minnowleap warned her to take it easy, but Sandpaw was ready to show off everything that she knew. As they reached the creek that divided the boarder between Lichenclan and Thistleclan, Sandpaw was excited when she saw some berries across the way that the medicine cat needed. At a quick glance she noticed that the creek was frozen and started making her way to the berries. What she didn't notice was that the ice in the middle was thin due to ever moving current. Before she could even register the crack beneath her, Sandpaw was throw into the creeks current and into the darkness that awaited.
As she awoke, Sandpaw laid confused listening to the voice beside her. She turned her gaze to the voice and was surprised to see Minnowleap sitting their seeming to talk to herself. She couldn't control the cough that escaped her and froze as Minnowleap opened her eyes again to look at her.
"You should thank Starclan you are awake," her mentor said to the confused apprentice. Sandpaw fell quiet and listened as Minnowleap informed her that she would be staying in the medicine den until the medicine cat released her to start training physically, however it would not put a hold on their own training.
Over those few moons, Sandpaw learned more and more about the clan laws and how Starclan helped them. She heard more information than she ever thought was possible. While most apprentices would have found this boring, Sandpaw found this warming and encouraging. Minnowleap was not known to be affectionate, but for once Sandpaw felt paid attention to. Minnowleap was making sure to keep her training even if it wasn't physically. Once better, Sandpaw started training harder with a more determined vigor. She would make sure to accompany Minnowleap, when she was allowed, to give thanks to Starclan and did her best to listen for them like Minnowleap had taught her.
At sixteen moons, much sooner than any warrior had anticipated, Sandpaw was granted the name Sandbriar. Over the moons she had gained a great skill in fighting and was seen as one of the more skilled new warriors. She held her head with pride and happily joined her old mentor in the ranks of the warriors. Since that time, Sandbriar has done her best to follow the will of Starclan and the advise of her mentor, who is now the leader of Lichenclan.
However, something is tugging at her heart. She watches with pride as Minnowstar leads the clan to a better life, a better way guided by their ancestors, but something about her tone, the gleam in her eyes, is making her uncomfortable. But she could never turn her back on the one who gave her a chance. The one who paid attention to her.
During their first leaf bare, Sandkit watched as her brother continued to grow and succeed. She tried to copy them, occasionally trapping a beetle that would crawl into their nest, but when she would try to show their mother she would just get told to go back to training. She finally decided to stop trying to show her skills and would just keep working hard. It's what her brothers did...so it had to work right?
One night, interrupted by her brothers talking, Sandkit awoke to find them sneaking out the den entrance. Sparked by curiosity she quietly got up, careful not to take their mother and followed her. She watched quietly from the shadows as her brother tussled in the moonlight on one of the jutted out landings of the caves. She smiled and started to move out to join them, but instead froze in horror as a dark shadow swept down and scooped up Boulderkit and knocked Adderkit off the ledge. Sandkit, terrified and unsure what happened, startled calling out for help and watched helplessly as warriors rushed to go help the kits. By the time the sun rose, the two kits were physically returned to the camp but their souls had gone to join their ancestors up in the stars. Sandkit had never heard such pained wails that came from her mother that seemed to echo thorughout the whole caved camp.
After that night, Sandkit watched her mother sink further and further into despair. She tried to cheer her up, remind her that she still had her, but the heartbroken she-cat remained unresponsive. Sandkit, for lack of a better word as now completely alone. Even her father had quit coming to the den. It was like they even forgot she existed.
At six moons, Sandkit nervously awaited her apprenticeship and was surprised when she was paired up with Minnowleap, one of the better known warriors of the clan. Nervous but ready to make her parents proud Sandpaw did everything as Minnowleap instructed her. She trained hard and paid attention to everything she could.
When Sandpaw had been training for nearly four moons, she and Minnowleap, now the deputy of Lichenclan, were assigned to help the medicine cat patrol and find herbs. Ready to be out of the caves and working on something new, Sandpaw was a little more hyper than she had been out before. Minnowleap warned her to take it easy, but Sandpaw was ready to show off everything that she knew. As they reached the creek that divided the boarder between Lichenclan and Thistleclan, Sandpaw was excited when she saw some berries across the way that the medicine cat needed. At a quick glance she noticed that the creek was frozen and started making her way to the berries. What she didn't notice was that the ice in the middle was thin due to ever moving current. Before she could even register the crack beneath her, Sandpaw was throw into the creeks current and into the darkness that awaited.
As she awoke, Sandpaw laid confused listening to the voice beside her. She turned her gaze to the voice and was surprised to see Minnowleap sitting their seeming to talk to herself. She couldn't control the cough that escaped her and froze as Minnowleap opened her eyes again to look at her.
"You should thank Starclan you are awake," her mentor said to the confused apprentice. Sandpaw fell quiet and listened as Minnowleap informed her that she would be staying in the medicine den until the medicine cat released her to start training physically, however it would not put a hold on their own training.
Over those few moons, Sandpaw learned more and more about the clan laws and how Starclan helped them. She heard more information than she ever thought was possible. While most apprentices would have found this boring, Sandpaw found this warming and encouraging. Minnowleap was not known to be affectionate, but for once Sandpaw felt paid attention to. Minnowleap was making sure to keep her training even if it wasn't physically. Once better, Sandpaw started training harder with a more determined vigor. She would make sure to accompany Minnowleap, when she was allowed, to give thanks to Starclan and did her best to listen for them like Minnowleap had taught her.
At sixteen moons, much sooner than any warrior had anticipated, Sandpaw was granted the name Sandbriar. Over the moons she had gained a great skill in fighting and was seen as one of the more skilled new warriors. She held her head with pride and happily joined her old mentor in the ranks of the warriors. Since that time, Sandbriar has done her best to follow the will of Starclan and the advise of her mentor, who is now the leader of Lichenclan.
However, something is tugging at her heart. She watches with pride as Minnowstar leads the clan to a better life, a better way guided by their ancestors, but something about her tone, the gleam in her eyes, is making her uncomfortable. But she could never turn her back on the one who gave her a chance. The one who paid attention to her.
